When it rains....

*Fair warning: This is a very long winded post, full of my complaining and worrying*
So it seems that since James and I got married almost three years ago, and haven't really had any real trials, I mean Thomas in the NICU was horrid, and we have had a few hard times, but really, we have just lived charmed quiet lives.  Seems our time is up, lol.  This week has been rather stressful, and the weeks to come promise a bit more stress.  To start, we decided we would finally fix the AC in our van, it's been a while, and 2 children in the Utah summer, well they deserve not to die of heatstroke on the way to the grocery store.  So we took it into the mechanic, and he said "One day, tops!" well halfway through the day, I call him to see how its going, and he tells me that he can't possibly do it in one day, because he has to order the parts. Reasonable enough it seems, so we tell him we will  bring it in next Friday, he'll order the parts and be ready. Fine. So James brings it in, and I have spoken with him on the phone, he promises it will be $750, parts labor, everything (gross right?) Okay, that's fine, we need it, whatever. He tells James the exact same thing, so we leave it with him, and he tells James he will have it done early afternoon.  So after he hasn't called by 2, I called him to see what's going on.  First he says that he couldn't possibly have finished it yet, and that he probably won't get it done by 6 (the time James would get off to come and get it) and that it's a very hard job, because the doors don't open (one of them gets stuck, but does open. also, a lot of vans only have one side back door, so deal with it!) and then he says to me "Do you know what's in this car? It makes it much harder to get to anything"  Of course I know what's in it, it's my car!  And we keep a lot of stuff in the car, we have 2 kids! He complains about the 2 carseats (really dude, it's Utah valley, I KNOW you've seen 2 carseats in a van stupid!) So I just keep my mouth shut, thinking "Fine, whatever, you complain, just finish it, I need my van back, I dont' want to argue with you"  Well after a few more hours, I call to see what's up, again ,since he never called. And he informs me that there is no way it will be done by 6, it's just too complicated a job to do in one day, it's usually a 2-3 day job, and he just can't have it done by then. At this point, he was rude, and I was pissed, so I said "You told us one day, we didn't ask for that, it's what you said. If you had told us you needed 2 days we would have arranged that, but you didn't. So now my husband is stuck at work, and I have no car and an 18 month old. How long?" So he promises 8 or 9 at the LATEST. My mom happened to call and offered us their extra car, we were so grateful!  So I went to get James, and we waited for the mechanic to call. And waited, and waited. So at 10:30 James called him, and he said "I told your wife it would be a hard job, I'll call you when I'm done!" So we wait a bit longer, and finally at 1 James gives up and goes to bed.  I gave up at 9... Anyway, at 5 am, 5 AM! the mechanic calls, of course we didn't answer, he leaves this message "Hey, your van is done, I will be here until 10am, if you can't come before then, well then I'm sorry"  Really?! So James gets up at 8, missing his Saturday morning class to get the car, and the guy gives him this huge hassel.  Wants him to pay $1,000, seriously!?!?  James argues with him for a while and ends up paying $850 (okay fine, more than he said, but he did work on it longer than he originally said, whatever)  So James comes home, and the AC works, but is making some strange noise, like air leaking, all  the time. So we run a few errands, and the van barely starts after one, kind of odd, but whatever.  We figured we'd deal with the noise on Monday, and just forget it and enjoy our Sunday.  We get to the van this morning for church, it's dead. Dead as a doornail, won't turn over, wont' do anything.  Fine, we'll just walk, its only 2 blocks, whatever.  I sure wish I hadn't chosen to wear heels lol Thomas was horrible. This was his worst Sunday ever.  We made it through half of sacrament before we were both in the halls trying to stop his screaming and tantrums, so we gave up and left.  As soon as we got home, he was fine.  Oh man, I was so annoyed!  He played us like a fiddle, got exactly what he wanted, and we just did it.  Needless to say we now need a new plan for church, any ideas?  So we get home, and I wanted to wash some clothes, so I push on the little thing on the detergent to get it out, and the whole shelf falls down.  Thankfully it was above the washer and dryer, so everything on it just fell on them, but I scared the life out of James and Thomas, who came running in worried something had fallen on me. Thomas was crying, and James was on the verge of tears, and so I cried, and we had a nice little family love moment.
On top of all of this last week Lorelai decided that she wouldn't move, for 5 hours on Thursday night. Nothing, not a nudge or a hiccup, nothing. So I called the Dr, and she said go in and have it checked, once I got hooked up to the monitors, I guess Lorelai didn't like them, because she woke up, started hiccuping and moving.  Of course we were so happy, but I felt so dumb!  Going in all worried something was wrong, only to find out she was just taking a break from beating me up from the inside.
Also, James's boss wants to talk to him on Tuesday about restructuring in his department, which scares us since a few months ago she said that his position may not last the next 6 months because they are trying to get rid of full time employees.  But then they have had him do a ton of training, and also had him take over a few of his bosses responsibitlies because she's been so sick.  Well, color me confused.  We were thinking things were going well, that maybe they were going to just have him take on more responsibilites and what not, but now this seems a little daunting.
So needless to say, the Harris house is a little stressed.  We are holding our breath that whatever news comes on Tuesday is good, and that hopefully the van can be fixed easily, and that Lorelai keeps kicking me and nothing else in our house falls apart.   I'll keep you updated :)